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Tuesday, December 29, 2009 @ 7:14 PM

i sat up working late that night. it must have been past midnight when my attention was attracted by a noise coming from the kitchen. it was one of those quiet nights when not a leaf stirred and you could even hear a pin drop. at first, i thought it was only the neighbor's cat, which always come through the window in the kitchen. but then when the noise was heard a second time, i began to feel the creeps. our house is quite isolated. there are a lot of big trees and bushes near it.thats why the story pontianak remaja were taken in my housing area.mcm bodoh liyana jasmay berlakon jadi pontianak pfft. well it is an ideal house for a thief to work at, on a night like this.dont u think so? my dad had gone to Syria. to make matters worse my brother and my sisters was fast asleep. the only person i could get help from if anything happened was my mother.but she was asleep too *sigh. i could easily have left my books and gone to sleep, but i had not finished my homework and revision. so i'd ignoring that noise, i carried on with my work. however, the noise started to come again and this time i really got creepy. my hair stood on ends, perhaps i did not realize it then, but i was sweating and shivering. i got up, i looked in front of me for a way to run up to my mother, if anything happened. was it to protect my mother? i wondered. now i've heard a lot of stories bout thieves who use witchcraft. they are able to steal without any interference, by using charms. then i heard the kitchen door open, followed by a soft sound made by foot steps. i gripped my table and i did not know till now, what was that for. i could hear the steps advancing nearer and nearer. i opened my mouth to scream but not a word came out. i wanted to cry, but i was so frightened that no tears came. suddenly a man stood at the door of my rooms. he was laughing as he looked at me and at his side i saw a shot-gun. at this time i managed to call out my mother for help. it was only then that i fainted. when i woke up it was morning. my mother and my uncle were beside me. seeing me awake, my mother enclosed me in her arms. that afternoon when my uncle came home for lunch, he told me that on the previous night he was the man with the shot-gun. when he reached home that night he saw that i was not sleeping yet. so he intended to have a joke at my expense. he did not know that i would faint, HA-HA -.-

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